Blackfeather Woods cyfrifo

She was getting tired, but she must not stop. Must not. Could not. The woman gave a feral snarl and launched herself upon the heels of her quarry, snapping furiously to enrage him, to get him to turn and stop running. Hopefully, the shadow he pursued would lend a hand in tackling the misfitted man.

"Give up!" She barked a cold command that gave way to no mercy. She would not be merciful, not when he so threatened her pack. Her home. Again, she lunged with another ounce of strength dragged up from her core. This time, if she made contact with his left leg she'd hold on and force him to stop; if she missed she'd keep her stride with just a small falter to show for her efforts.